You get to the Meyer's Gulch trailhead by driving all the way up
Flagstaff Road, so it's pretty empty most days, today included. I saw
a park services guy at the trailhead asking people to complete
surveys; then I saw two mountain bikers while coming up and a group of
hikers coming down. That's about it.
It's two and a half miles up and around 800 ft (?) of elevation gain,
then turn around and head back down. Not technical; just beautiful
wildflowers and some practice climbing at altitude (about 7.5Kft). I
guess there's actually a little more climbing than the elevation
reveals, as the trail starts with a bit of descent before you actually
begin to climb.
On the way up I suspected the trail of being "sanitized", but on the way
down I saw that the trail was pretty much the same. I just don't notice
the rocks so much anymore. The one switchback I hated last year got
easier, too =) I had to stop a number of times, though, to, er, smell
the wildflowers. That's it. I would have thought I'd be in better
aerobic shape ...
The way down was the real epiphany. There are bunches of those water
ditches (a dip in the trail followed immediately by a big ol' bump), as
well as some rocks and stuff that are easier to avoid on the way up than
down. I just can't believe how much more comfortable I was going faster
down the hill, even over these little obstacles. I'm not braking nearly
as much as I used to. I used to brake before every single little thing,
then allow myself to gather some momentum to get over it; today was just
different. After I'd managed to survive several dips and a few surprise
rocks without braking, all by getting low and back enough that I swear I
could feel my saddle through my shirt, I sat back up and found that I
had a [censored]-eating grin plastered on my face. *So* much fun.
Used to be that the limiting factor on my downhill speed was the
feeling that I was going too fast and couldn't visually process the
terrain. Now I actually feel like I'm going slower than I was then,
even though I'm clearly not. I see what's coming and can respond to
it. The limiting factor on speed is more like "turn coming up, may be
sandy and there could be people just on the other side, better slow
down ahead of time." Not "Oh [censored], I need to slow down because I
can't deal with this speed!"
Hard to explain, but I definitely sense a difference.
Oh, and I finally got the payoff. There's a view of a valley and
mountains to the far side, but every other time I've ridden this trail,
the view has been obscured by weather and not terribly impressive. This
time I got to the top and finally understood: golden light hitting a
spot in the mountains just so; the entire view had a softened look, as
if I were looking at a painting and not the real thing. So beautiful.
--
monique
"Get a bicycle. You will not regret it, if you live."
-- Mark Twain